May 12th. Fifteen days ago, and still no sign of my replacement tablet. I am suffering massive withdrawal. Sigh. I can’t even take photos of my plants to post!
The weather has been terrible, cold and rain, so I actually went out and dug up the pepper plants that I had planted (the very few that survived the fist-sized hail we got the other day) and brought them back into the house and put them under the grow lights. They can stay there for as long as it takes, I don’t want to lose them completely. Especially not the heirloom varieties I had so much trouble getting my hands on. I did lose all my rare, heirloom melons to the hail. I shouldn’t have put them out, nobody to blame but myself, but it had been flat hot for a week, and I thought they would be safe. Sigh. No such luck. So, I will have to find more for next year.
I do have some cucumbers that were still in the house, and a couple of zucchini plants that were still inside. No heirlooms though. Pickling cucumbers and the standard green zucchini. I had some patty pan yellow squash seeds that I had put out when I planted the peppers. They haven’t come up yet, but maybe they will when (If?) it gets warmer out. Oh, and I dug a foot down through the bark in the new bed I am making (only half finished) and planted both green and purple asparagus. Laid down a layer of dirt and manure, put in the roots, and added three inches of soil over top. You fill the trenches in over time as they sprout and the asparagus starts to grow. I won’t get any this year, can cut a bit next year, but by the third year they should (hopefully) be growing strong and ready to be harvested.
I picked up a copy of Herb Gundell’s Complete Guide To Rocky Mountain Gardening at a local used book store. There is a handwritten note on the inside front page: To my sweetheart Jay – keep on sewing and reaping – Happy Fathers Day, 6/1989. It brings to mind so many wonderful things that, no matter how much I enjoy ebooks, I fear that many will not come to know in this day and age. Tearing the paper from a gift from a loved one and first seeing the bright cover of a book. The scent of the paper and ink, holding the weight in your hand. Opening that first page and possibly seeing a paragraph such as the one above. Turning the pages, one by one, and knowing the person who gifted the book to you actually gave consideration to the gift and how you would feel about it. Seeing the gift on a table, or the arm of your chair, or gracing a bookshelf, nestled amongst other well-loved volumes. Someone loved this book at one time, loved the recipient. That makes the book that much more special. And it is a special book. Heavy, slick paper, printed with gorgeous photos and line drawings, everything I could ever want to know about how to properly garden in the Rocky Mountains is laid out in a beautifully written manner. Flowers to fruits, annuals to perennials, even rock gardening and wild harvesting. Did you know that, if you own property in the mountains and want to transplants specimens to your home (if you live in town) you must give yourself written permission to have the plants in your possession?
If you live in other parts of the country and want to garden, I would highly recommend a book that specializes in your area. The Sunset Western Garden Book is a good one, and The Southern Living Garden Book was my ‘go to’ when I lived in the South.
I’m going to go quilt. I can still listen to books on my computer, even if I don’t have my tablet!